“Man, That’s a Bad Ass White Boy!”

(Dedicated to my boys Mark Connor, Markus, Sean, Mesh, OJ, Dylan, Jerry Resser, Dylan, and Danny Noble)

“Man, That’s a Bad Ass White Boy!!!”

Finally The Rock has come back…umm never mind, it’s been an Uncle Ruckus minute since I been able to hit this blog . This is no thanks to Mr. Flu bug putting me in the headlock. While I’ve been recouping, I got a chance to catch up on the second season of The Boondocks. I saw a clip that reminded me of the crew, the gang, the posse the squad I don’t know the new catch phrase for who ya hang with but I think about yall when I watch this.

More to the point, I had some boys who were always down, ready to roll, roll up someone, help you with some masking tape, carpet, pliers and a blow torch or simply just ready for whatever. No matter what, the craziest, the gulliest, the most IG-nant (not a typo) boys in the crew were my pecan brown skin challenged friendsDang I miss those cats man, Nyquil makes me get all emotional and nostalgic please take all my mistake for love

I ‘m outtie like sweet potato pie and my family reunion

 

Paris at night ..take 2 scene 1

O.k. O.k., I have regrouped and I think I am ooookay now.During the day Paris is great place to visit. I saw the three things I wanted to see which were The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame and the Louvre. I took the tour through the city I must admit Paris is beautiful city like Pam Grier, ageless and seems to be more beautiful as time passes. But at night— I was blown away with the look and feel of Nighttime Paris.It’s like being in Las Vegas without the “no clocks on the wall” gambling and having call girls trying to hit you up for some of jackpot after you went all in  2 and 6 suited and get called the other guys goes all in and he is sitting there with pocket Kings, you get a 7, 4 , 3 on the flop, the turn is K and the river is your 5, nahh girl you gets none of this, with them Lego constructed by products out my face—-Whew, I mean not that I know anything about. Honey!But back to the night life and the possible hot grits situation…Paris is breathtaking at night especially on the Champ de Elysees. It is one of the most recognizable avenues in Paris. Imagine Christmas all the time, The avenue was lit up, I was standing in the middle of the street trying to get a picture to show how far the Ave was lit up…amazing. I can not truly describe how amazing it is at night. The first few days we stayed a 5 minute walk from The Champ de Elysees. This is also were I saw many homeless as well but moving on the avenue is hoping. Every store you can think of seems to have a place there, you got Hugo Boss, You got Vutton, you got Cartier, and I can go on and on. The Champ de Elysees also affectionately call “The Ave” by yours truly seemed to bursting at the seams with people. Think how Black College Reunion weekend use to be in Daytona before the hotel price gouging, the closing of the most accessible bridges to the beach, making everyone drive all the way up to Ormond Beach to get on A1A just to drive back to Daytona…The Thursday night I was in Paris was like BCR 92, now imagine that 3 times as many people and 4 times more pomp and circumstance…I know, I need to post some pics up, they are comingI will have to break down later all the places I visited on my night time strollAu revoir

 

Damn I was suppose to be talking bout Paris but …….

Ok, I know that I was a little perturbed, upset and disbelieving of what I saw in of Paris. I was viewing Paris through those cracked eyeglasses. I mean a lot of the “French” that I have met or ran across just seem to have this superiority complex like they are so much better than us Americans.

When I saw homeless sleeping on one of the most famous avenues in all of Paris, I was like damn!! I thought they might at least try to hide their homeless in the more rough parts of town aka Homeless Relocation project( When I was Aurora , Colorado, I saw something very similar; picking up homeless and making them be homeless in other areas of town). This is not to say I don’t sympathize with the plight of the homeless, shit I was a homeless runaway and an adult as well but I was just like damn French man don’t turn your nose up a me, yall shit aint no better than our shyt~~~

At least where I am from, they keep the crack heads, drunks, druggie and homeless up and around MLK Boulevard.  While I am on the subject, why is that? Why take the roughest, the most gully, ghetto-ist Street in my town and name that shyt after one of the greatest men of our time. You know if they wanted to honor Dr. King with a street they could have name International Speedway or Nova Road, or A1A, name those after MLK.

Damn, my bad, my bad, I forgot what the main reason for writing this in the 1^st place. I already been told that my writings have taken a little negative light, must be watching to much Boondocks or  I just get tired of people always trying to serve me up some shyt and calling it filet steak and herb butter!! Ok, I will regroup start over…my bad

R

 

Paris 4:37pm

Channeling

My little Hemmingway among

Chic’ chairs and the svelte hostess

Gardenias! I hate that smell

She offers me a drink I think

But

I am happy with my missing gloves

And my pink flower on the rocks

Eww!! My fingertips bleed black

Smudging up my creativity 

 

Paris 12:38 pm

The Champ de Elysees is as beautiful as they say

Paris smells

Of the same stuff of my hood 

Essence of hope

With the flavour of reality and despair

 That homeless guy sleeps

Sleeps

Sleeps on the avenue of riches

Screw Hugo; Cartier, and Vutton

Yall aint shyt to me 

Paris smells of warm bread

and Hungry souls

Paris smells of the same stuff

Of my hood 

The Champ de Elysees is as beautiful as they say

 

Paris 3:22am

Tequila burns

Raw on the throat

Inhaling cigar smoke

Leaving tales woven

Between oxygen and alcohol

Sleep won’t come easy

Not with out some Tylenol Pm

To hasten the dance

Scratching my head

Wondering about the 20.00 dollar

Club sandwich, I sucked down

Thinking if I can steal the bear

From the mini bar

 

Welcome to 2008; I know I am all late…

Well everyone, welcome to 2008. It actually looks to be a year. I am all late with my holiday wishes and stuff but rest assured, I have a great excuse.

I am in gay parie… Paris fools, I mean I am not gay; not saying paris is gay ummm nevermind but as you read this I am typing fro, a excellent 20 star hotel and the service is wondeful. If I could live in Paris, I would live in this hotel

Pictures will follow no doubt. I did not bring the a laptop so I am using the hotel pay to surf computer and beside the keyboard being set up in french style, I have to constantly go back and retype because the q is were the a should be and the m is somewhere else….

I did some sightseeing but I am trying to go to a cafe where I can actually feel like a writer and drink some coffee and write in my journal

its about 835 pm and I got reservations for Chez Andre and I dont wanna be late, I will post some of my scribblings of my time on the tour bus

until then I am out like Chirac

yall need to brush up on yall world events

 

Milano Cookie

Yall know the deal by now right, it is for your pleasure or displeasure

stay Frosty!!

~

Milano Cookie 

I saw you

Move

Like disco shadows across

The blinds of light and dark

Contrasting my brain

With the earlier image of your lips

Moving to say Hello.

I saw you

Look

Eyes clicked on me

With a distant familiarity

Like I knew you from the dust

Of Eden

Like I knew you from the marrow

Of Adam’s rib

YesI saw you

Smile

How your eye brow

Clasps the corner

Of your lips

Pulls it to the

Surface

Like The trout

I was hooked

I saw you

Speak

Aroused by the

Sugar caned tipped tongue

Your words are pheromones

My mind raptured

My spirit spent

I saw you

Move

Like silky memories

Raveling and unraveling

Against a soul

That wants to

Know you

ryearby©1999-2008 “Growing Bones with Daisies” 12.17.2007

 

Dear Santa……..

Phuck you Santa,

I know right but this should not comes as a surprise. You always seemed to forget what I wanted for Christmas. I tried to take you out plenty of  times. Had my boys waiting on roof tops, made sure I left my wood burning stove with hellish temps. Thats right I was trying to burn ya ass Santa. I spiked your damn milk, and you did not get the good T.Gee Lee Milk, Nahh I gave you that damn government milk and I gave you some raggedy butter cookies from Winn Dixie, you did not get  homemade cookies from me.

When I kicked you in the gut at the mall, but I go downtown…… you there, so I kick you again, then I go uptown ……….you there, damn you like the Terminator.

Give me what I asked for this year or me and my boys raiding yo spot like Hamburger Hill and I will swell your head like a steriod injection

Merry Christmas

R

 

Cleaning Out My Closet

 

Naaaaa.. this aint no Shady records cut, just pulling out some things that need to be re worked,  but like I said it is for your reading pleasure or displeasure, what do ya want, I am home sick eating chicken soup pissed off my fantasy football team is stinking up the place…….would you rather have me rant or read some poetry and stuffbtw..Nyquil is like the greatest creation of mankind..really

enjoy

~Reminisce~

Fingertips move

With the patience of a school teacher

So many dusted photos

afraid I may sneeze away a memory

If I had done this.

Had I done that

Would things be different?

Running through my mind’s closet

Your images rise and fall

Like a house of cards

Standing tall, then crashing

Against cranium walls.

If I could just latch on to

Just one….

But nostalgia is a wriggling fish in my oil-slicked hands.

I know I am a year wiser

But a lifetime too late.

Was I too much man?

When you needed boyish charm?

Too much boy when you needed

A manly arm?

So now, i sit among images and words you said were

True.

I fling open rusted shutters

Of my partially furnished

Heart

And i lay naked

Wrapped in a sheet.

“Reminisce” from Growing Bones with Daises©1999-2008 Yearby